Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Held in the arms of your words.


A love so wild
that I would let you write poetry on my skin
even if you said you didn't wish to do it with your lips, or your tongue, or your teeth
you could use a pen and ink
and I would wait for you to finish
just...
make me the only thing you want to say/sing when you're alone.
- Brandon Wint

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